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Mm .. Dipping All Up In That Wet Heat

Uninhibited entwined souls deep within the jungle we lay upon the meet
Surrendering the naughty tricks of my sultry treats              
Closing my eyes              
Feather tip touches, weakening me oh my              
Mm… his tongue slowly roaming up my inner thigh              
Legs farther spread              
Sandwiching my breasts, back arched, bracing the top of his head              
Leaning his nostrils in, taking a whiff of my moisten sin              
Puckering my clit between his lips, while bathing inside my slit with his tongue tip              
Head denting the pillow…. oh shit              
Sticking a lone finger in for the tease              
Oh yes…mm…you like that cunt big daddy…oh yes… oh fuck, show me      
My pleads, soft moans, controlling my animalistic hunger, his feverish greed              
Flipping me over              
An apple bottom up in the air, smacking all over this four-leaf clover        
On his knees bracing my curvaceous hips              
His mouth rolling over a cheek, a lick, a bite, then a kiss              
The tip of his tongue, dividing the lining of my treasure abyss              
Parting my buttocks              
Oh... yes... taste that sweet cream of my crop              
Oh God don’t stop              
Spitting, and then licking up and down my butter rum stock              
His tongue got it on unlock              
His face all up in the pit of my ass              
Moving my hips backwards his tongue deeper as it bask              
Slow and then uncontrolled and fast              
Juices serenading the strands of that beard, seeping with a sweetened smear              
Oh…yes…mmm…. baby taste this, me              
Dipping my back, covers scrunched, feeding him the carnal indulgence of this wet dream              
Palming the dent in my spine              
Swishing sounds, intoxicating taste, more potent, addictive than fine wine              
Grabbing my hips standing, not undoing from off my wet clit              
Palming his firm gluteus, palming his erection, giving him his 69 gift              
Oh…sweet mercy… filling my mouth with each thrust, each engorged gagging moment              
My mouth and hand in union, pumping the base, no mercy for his craving, my soul he has made an imprint      
The unrelenting desires in me manifested of its carnal lust              
My pussy hole pulsating, his mouth tapping into my essence, loving this is a must              
Sinking deeper into the desire we’re making              
Me stroking, sucking him, his tantalizing licking, both of us, weakening from the giving, taking              
Pumping him, controlling my screams, as he kisses all over my slit              
Mm… my drippings coating his lips              
His pre-cum on the run              
The taste of him rolling around my tongue              
My back hitting the sheets, my soul coming undone              
On my back, mounting me, erection slipping past my soft folds              
Palms clasped, bodies shifting for that feeling when entwined, locked, it’s worth more than gold              
Bracing his head, legs wrapping him, pulling down his face              
Arresting his lips his girth sinking even deeper inside my creamy space              
Palming the sides of my upper thighs              
Seesawing for the uplifting ride              
Oh…yes, back flapping behind the tip of  the sensation glide              
Oh baby….  don’t move….  Oh God…. I’m cumming              
Throbbing erection digging deeper, humming              
His body shifting, dick circling, moving faster, headboard gripped              
Intense dipping withdrawing to the tip              
His head bobbing back… grunts with each pounding slips              
A monstrous release, spilled, instilled              
The feline in me satisfied, sedated, by the famine of his free will
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 27th Jul 2021
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